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Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it.

John Keats

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.
JOHN KEATS

Death Divorce Greatness Land Sea Separate Weakness
If something is not beautiful, it is probably not true.
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Beautiful Reality True
Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.
JOHN KEATS

Dance Flower Myself Soul Steal
Love is my religion – I could die for it.
JOHN KEATS

Death Love Myself Religion
Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.
JOHN KEATS

Dreams Fans Heaven Madness Paradise
I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
JOHN KEATS

Believe I Love You Myself
I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. Every hour I am more and more concentrated in you; everything else tastes like chaff in my mouth.
JOHN KEATS

Focus Happiness Invention Myself Taste Yourself
She press’d his hand in slumber; so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore.
JOHN KEATS

Hands Herself Himself Kiss
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
JOHN KEATS

Beautiful Forever Joy One Liner
Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
JOHN KEATS

Book French Fruit Music Play
There is a budding tomorrow in midnight.
JOHN KEATS

Future Night
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity.
JOHN KEATS

Forever Silence Thinking
Shed no tear – O, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more – O, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root’s white core.
JOHN KEATS

Cry Flower Sleep Tears Young
I have an habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am leading a posthumous existence.
JOHN KEATS

Existence Feeling Habit Leadership Myself Reality
You are always new to me.
JOHN KEATS

Love Relationship Yourself
The air is all softness.
JOHN KEATS

One Liner Soft

Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it.

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